I’m pretty much 100% okay being on my own. I wouldn’t have too much trouble going a day or two without ever opening my mouth. Not to say I’m a recluse or a hermit, but I don’t necessarily thrive off contact with others.
That sort of bothers me sometimes, especially since college has started. Then I remember how few people in the world are worth being with and talking to.
Last night, a frat guy threw a beer can at me.